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i am the wind that wavers
when freedom from her mountain height
in the cloud-gray mornings
shades of night were falling fast
awful truths these be
let me be sad
i reside at table mountain
i have to say good-night
among the mountains i wandered
a very remarkable history this is
lived by the river-side
their beautiful hair
a storm is riding on the tide
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me

 



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